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Little Rhyme and Reason. 



By Cedelta. V 









Copyrighted, 1887, 
By the Author. 



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F thou would'st form a strong, and royal band, 
And thou would'st like a noble prince to be. 
Choose Reason for thy throne, on which to stand, 
And reign o'er Truth, and Love, and Purity. 



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{HE skies, the fields, the hills, and lakes, and 
meadows 

Are riches for to-morrow and to-day, 
They cannot, well, by simply blowing on them^ 
Take wing, like faper wealth, and fly away. 



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]|F I could dwell in crystal palaces, 

And bask in sunlight all the long day through, 
I'm sure I'd rather choose the shadowy forest, 

Where I could rest, or run, as children do. 



£<5|uality. 




^*HO cares to live in notight hut luxury^ 

With cold, stiff elegance, and stately pride? 
Not /. For what I deem far happier, 

Is having rich and poor walk side by side. 



Or, rather, w^hat would please me better still, 
Would be to have all things so regulated 

That none could have more wealth than he could earn. 
And all who earn be justly compensated. 



3 

Then none need glory in his wealth alone, 
Nor any crouch in abject poverty, 

But live, — united in one common bond 
Of love toward all, — for all humanity. 



At present Money rules the world ; 
Eventually Education and Morality will be the 
Sceptre of Command. 



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I 

§TRIVE to be good and true, 
Of evil thoughts beware ; 

For those who feel their conscience clear 
Are brave to ''do and dare." 

2 

" Think first before you speak" ; 
And then kind words will fall 
In pleasant tones upon the ear, 
And angry words forestall. 



3 

Be happy, while you can, 

Smile, sing, and dance, and play ; 

For sorrow comes, as age creeps on. 
And care grows, day by day, 

4 
Be grateful for a friend ; 

For, though the world is wide, 
True friends are scarce, and, where'er found. 

Should ne'er be cast aside. 



5 
Love truly, those you love, 

Nor, willfully, deceive ; 

For those we love, who love us best, 

'Tis easiest to grieve. 

6 
And let sound reason mould 

Your thoughts, and actions, too ; 
Have sympathy within your heart ; 

And all things nobly do. 



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/^NCE there was hope to comfort me, 

To cheer, to strengthen, guide ; 
But, now, both hope and comfort's gone, 

Griefs door is open wide ; 
I enter in, and weep and weep, 

Till tears grow scarce, and dry ; 
For oh, how cold the whole world seems, 

How dark the sunny sky ! 



J^HE keenest axe with which to hew the human 
heart into a piece of ice is that of Ingratitude. 



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/^UR joys, tho' scantily fed and clad, 

Bring smiles to the eyes, 
And our hearts seem glad ; 
But, though smiles may come. 
Still our smiles must go. 
For the world of humanity is rich with woe. 



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'^)^/*ITH cares, at eventide, we grow a-weary ; 

And, when we feel that hope seems nearly fled, 
And days grow sad and dreary, 

We, sometimes, almost wish that we were dead. 



Gpabfiil Re^t. 



TOJOW peacefully the earth, at night, reposes! 

And when she lifts her gray and misty veil, 
And Morn's fair face discloses, 

Who would his life bewail? 



" W*ESTERDAY," '' to-day," and 
''To-morrow" 
Is the cause of all Joy, and 
All Sorrow. 



[^ EMORY is an archery field, over which swift 
arrows of tiiought dart in all directions ; 

Reason is the field-master, who assorts the weak 
and broken ones from those of value, for future use. 

Impulse is the little fellow who sometimes hits 
straight at the •' Bulls Eye," but whose random shots 
often count against him. 

Calculation is the champion of the field, who 
makes every shot, with his systematic precision, count 
in his favor. 



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V E are not content with the lives that we lead, 



Nor with what we have said, nor have done ; 
For half of our days we are spending in sleeping^ 
Then complain we at absence of sun. 



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' ND when the cup of tears is full, to overflowing, 
How, o'er the brim — like drops from out the 
clouds — 
They rush in grateful showers. 



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UILD thee a shrine within thy heart ; 

And worship there, truth, virtue, and love. 




AKE thee an altar within thy mind ; 

And place there rich gems of knowledge, and 
wisdom. 



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OLD within thy hand an urn of sweet incense of 
human kindness ; 
And let the fumes radiate about those who need, or 
wish for, its grateful fragrance. 



Rustic kife. 



11 DO not ask that this short life may be 

A garden, filled with nought but choicest ^ov7Qr^ r 
Let buttercups and dandelions grow, 

And arch the garden o'er with rustic bowers. 



Who'd care to be a stiff, proud China aster, 
And wear a brilliant crown upon his head, 

And be compelled to stand in flatted gardens, 
Among the fuchsias tall, and roses red? 



Faitl^, ^slief, Hope^ Reason, 



IHE radiant bud of Faith may blossom out Belief ; 
And Hope may bloom for many whose lives 
are full of grief; 
But train the twig of Reason both broad, and straight, 

and tall, 
And you'll have a Tree of Knowledge that will sur- 
pass them all. 



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.HEELS of thought travel over the pavement 
of the brain in automatic rotation; some mov- 
ing slowly, and evenly, and leaving but a faint im- 
print ; others rumbling, and jarring, even after new, 
and well balanced ones have taken their places, and 
grinding, and marring the track, over which they run.- 



^^ OME people premeditate their steps in life ; others 

shuffle along aimlessly. The first class usually 

5tand erect, and look life bravely in the face ; the second 

class, with hanging heads, stupidly stumble, and then 

tlame the world for their awkwardness. 



(New Year's Eve.) 

I 
/^H, Memories! — long cherished, ever dear, — 

Of friends ; of youthful joys ; of hopeful fears ; 
Of partings ; greetings ; and of joyful tears, 
Come back to-night ! 

2 

Of chords once struck, in quiet, fond delight ; 
Of harmonies once sung, — some sad, some bright ; 
Oh, Music ! lend ^/ly ever charmed rnight, 
Come back to-night ! 



3 

Sweet faces ! that have often wept, or smiled ; 
Dear hearts ! that have my weary hours beguiled ; 
Loved voices ! Oh, so kind, so gentle, mild. 
Come ! Come to-night ! 



Ne'er let me from these sweet themes dwell apart ; 
Let plaintive tones ring on, till tear-drops start ; 
And let me clasp my dear ones to my heart, 
In thought to-night ! 



5 

Oh, ever greet me with the olden love, 
Companions of my thoughts, where'er I rove, 
'Till I shall hie me to the worlds above. 
And say '' good night." 

6 

Ah ! then shall all sweet memories cease to be : 

Shall I not feel? or think? or hear? or see? 
Must it be merely a " land of rest " for me ? 
One long, long night? 



7 

I know, full well, we shall not part for aye ; 

I know, full well, it is not death, to die. 
But life, eternal ; (altho' I know not why 
I trust, to-night) . 

8 
Is it because I dread the parting here ? 
Is it because of Christian faith ? or fear ? 
I think not either. But love seems very near 
My soul to-night. 



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